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Is that eye irration, does her mutant ablites cause damage to her eye. Interesting. mental note if I ever need to take her down, simply aim for the eyes, her powers will be gone in a snap. Or maybe cause her to push her self so far that it overwhelms here. GAHHH look at me, will I ever stop analyzing people is if they were targets?

"My my, what an interesting gift you have there." he chuckled as a mental picture came to mind of her kissing a guy with her eyes closed only to openthem and blast him into oblivion. Then he shook his head.

"Well then Optic, I guess I see where the name comes from now. Perhaps you wouldn't mind coming back to my place and perhaps finishing our meeting there. While this is rather nice an all, I would kind of like to get away from this river."

He gestured with his hand.

"Though my place is not... well it is not in New York City, it in a small little suburban area known as Plattsburg. Care to join me there, I understand if you wish to decline this invatation, I mean strange man in a full body suit asking you to come back to his place, not the most inviting thing in the world."

"Fair enough, I am always willing to do a rain check. Never the less. I really got to go, I took a hit from that brute earlier and I want to run a complete dianogstic on this suit. The last thing I would want is something to go wrong with this suit, such as one of my defenses"

Or worse yet my saftey guards

He extended his hand, and out came a rather small slot that extended a card, which he prompt;y yanked out and handed it to her. the card read as such:

Dark Knight
Idealistic Gun for Hire
Think of me like the one man A-Team
to contact me:
Say cash

"Yea I know just a tad bit cheesy to have a card eh. However as a freelancer, I need word to get out somehow. I am more than willing to do my part after all. I just like getting paid for it."

He closed up the little slot and gave her a nod of his head. Then with a rush, he actiavted his jets and took off for the a little place out of town.

Slipping the card into her sleeve, having no pockets to place it in herself, Camille nodded and watched as he took off, taking off herself down a dark alleyway. Her uniform hadn’t changed much from the S.H.I.E.L.D. one she had formerly worn - the dark suit that was typically worn. She had ditched any notification that it was from that organization - taking on the traditional red and black “X” of the X-Men, worn around her upper arm much like a band. She was an X-Man from time to time, so she wore it proudly. Her feet picked up underneath her. ”Coming en route.” She commented to the small piece in her ear. She could hear the response on the other side, coming from a relay tent somewhere out of the area - more than likely in a van. The contacts whizzed as she concentrated on a street sign, getting the intersection she was in before heading onto her destination. Hopefully nothing got in her way.

The Black Cat landed behind The Flaming Torch. " I had no ideal Spider had this many fans..."she said to the famously known 'Hot head'. she had found it quite amusing . Though he really should of found something else better to do in the meant time.

Camille looked over to the bright fire in the sky, reading out ‘Spiderman’ as she stood from her vantage point in the alleyway. There were sirens everywhere - It seemed in the midst of the night the police officers came out to track down all the mutants that they wanted registered. The dangerous ones, the young ones, the quiet ones, and the ones that could easily take out a bridge with mere thought - they wanted them all. If they refused, they were imprisoned until surrender basically. She fixed her sleeves some, walking out onto the sidewalk as if she was some normal human being. Of course, with the X on her arm who was she fooling? Her eyes jolted around to the police and mutant registration enforcers, trying really to blend in with the crowd. Already at the dislike of S.H.I.E.L.D., it was only a matter of time before they tried to imprison her for these guerilla missions she pulled sometimes. "No sightings yet," She commented to herself through the comlink in her ear, the source on the other side still unknown. It could just be a simple contract for what anyone else knew; the person on the other end being the highest bidder.

"Kitten?"She said arching an eyebrow. Though she was actually impressed. So spider did talk about her.She thought that was sosweet of him. Though she hopped he talked about her good traits. She smiled ." I know who you are..it's hard not to hear about with your unrelenting reputation..they say your the arenaline of the Fantastic Four.."she said remeebring something sheh ad ran one day. "Though Spiderman isn't in to playing games..I'm sure he'll show up...if you don't bring attention to 'others' first."

Deadpool was once again left to his own thoughts. He was ontop of a roof, hiding from everyone and everything. He would go insane if he didn't do something soon...not that he wasn't already. He most definitely was insane. He sat against a metal box ontop of the roof, what he guessed was a air conditioning unit. Both of his guns were out, one on each side, and his hands were resting next to them.

"And once again noone to kill..." And as an after thought he added, "Or protect..." If it involved money, Deadpool was up for almost anything. He had even become a rregistered mutant, not by choice of course. He was already known because of the experiments done on him, so he was blackmailed. He was forced into it, just like countless others. Damn S.H.I.E.L.D....

[†I can do the picture thing, just like everyone else...YAY!!†]